Topic: Red Sky at Night

Aerron

Date: 2008-07-12 22:17 EST
Aerron sat on a great rock by the sea shore. His precious bag lay on the rock next to him, flap secured with that familiar strap of leather wrapped around the silver nub. Evenings were the best. Birds and such flew overhead, ships glided from the open waters toward harbor, and the heat of the day gave way to a comforting salt-laden breath of cooler air. The clouds overhead took on glorious hues that he had no hope of recreating even if he could draw fast. The colors seemed to hold for some time and then the shift started, darkness overtaking the skies to push the color down into the horizon out of sight for another day.

He liked it here. He didn't get into the city too much but he did manage to find time to sit on this rock. Work did not come often at first but when it did, he was diligent in completing the pieces he was commissioned to produce. He got enough coin that he didn't have to be considered a beggar but he had little left over to spend at the inn or other ale houses. He missed those he'd met the first few days he'd arrived; Guthorm, Piper and the others. The kite flying had been quite an adventure that he'd enjoyed. He wondered if they ever had the boat races that Piper had mentioned that one night they'd spoken. On one hand he hoped they had because it sounded like great fun. On the other hand, he hoped they had not because maybe they would yet and he could be a part of it.

He heard a bell tolling slowly, the rich brassy note sighing from high in the tower. Aerron turned his head in that direction, eyes sweeping from the sea-sky to the horizon dotted with trees. The salty-breeze tossed his long silver hair around a little, obscuring his gaze until he tucked it out of the way. The bell reminded him of his obligations. He should get back. There was still a good bit of the volume to translate and if he could finish the latest one soon, he might be able to obtain a few coins bonus.

Before he stood, he once more turned his eyes to the view of the water. Stars dotted overhead in the dark part of the sky, the clouds closest to the horizon clinging to the color of the retreating sun. He had a sense of peace about him. It was a good place to be, this RhyDin. He lifted his chin and closed his eyes, enjoying the scent of the water and the touch of the wind on his cheeks. He smiled a little to himself and exhaled a satisfied sigh. Finally he picked up his bag and then made his way back toward the trees. The volume would not translate itself after all.